Chapter 54 Chapter 54 You can't let me be responsible.
The vampire showed a rather aggrieved expression on his face.
Sasha: "I knew you liked the captain, you don't love me anymore."
Su Cheng: "Why do you use this verb form, as if I really loved you."
He gave her a resentful look, "...In short, I don't have a very good impression of those people. They are all-"
He ultimately didn't finish what he wanted to say, "...they're all the kind of people who are hard to understand."
Su Cheng felt that this guy was not easy to understand either.
Under the influence of curses and various magics, the ruins of Mithros have become a kind of independent area that is difficult to be interfered with by the outside world.
Therefore, it floats forever under the night sky of the Bronze Mountains, refusing entry to clergy and ordinary people.
It was obvious that the person who cast the spell hated the followers of the God of Light, and ordinary people without fighting spirit and magic would not be able to pass the entry test.
"Your mental strength is already stronger than that of elemental mages of the same rank. Even if you accept those memories, you will still fall into a coma—"
No harm done though.
But if it were an ordinary person, he might get hurt.
Sasha stood up, "Want to go out and play?"
When night fell, the bonfire party was held as scheduled. The streets of the town were illuminated by lanterns and fireworks, and brilliant rivers of golden and red light were lit up in the mountains.
The streets also became very lively. As soon as Su Cheng walked out of the tavern, he was carried forward by the crowd. The aroma of burning wood hit his face and swept across the town along with the heat wave.
In the middle of the square stood a huge bonfire made of oak. A group of young people were busy pouring pine resin on the fire, and the oil made a sizzling sound as it dripped.
Amid the people's singing, the flames suddenly reached their peak, sparks crackled and flew, like countless tiny gold foils fluttering in the night wind.
The beat of drums echoed from all directions, and musicians played beside the fountain.
Long wooden tables were set up around the square, covered with colorful checkered tablecloths and filled with a variety of food.
Grilled meats smothered in seasonings, vegetable skewers coated in sauce, and fruit wine scented with cinnamon and orange peel.
Su Cheng took out the silver coins, and in order to prevent his pockets from being filled with the copper coins he got back, he had to buy a large bucket of skewers and promised to return the bucket later.
A few minutes later, when she squeezed through the noisy crowd and met her teammates outside the square, she was mercilessly mocked by the vampires.
Sasha was delighted. "So you're selling these grilled mushrooms and apple wedges, making a few coppers tonight?"
Su Cheng held the bucket in one hand and chewed on the skewers in the other, "...I don't want to bother with you."
She spoke vaguely, and the silver-haired young man smiled and raised his hand to wipe the sauce off her mouth, which was caused by someone accidentally bumping into her.
Su Cheng subconsciously said thank you, then came to his senses, "What did you use to wipe it?"
Sasha moved his fingers and held up a tavern advertisement. "I picked it up from the ground—"
Su Cheng kicked him angrily.
The vampire dodged and flipped his wrist, pulling out a clean handkerchief. "I was kidding."
Su Cheng rolled his eyes at him.
They passed a group of dancing young people. They held hands and formed a circle, spinning to the rhythm of the music. The hems of their beautifully embroidered skirts fluttered like petals, and their waist chains swung out beautiful arcs in the firelight.
"When the black fog of heresy engulfed the Silver Moon, we still sang his name..."
"His sword's edge condenses with winter starlight, and the runes he inscribed guide the shepherds on their way home..."
"He brings life to withered ears of grain and frees feverish children from their nightmares..."
"Until the minions of darkness destroy him..."
Su Cheng listened to the lyrics and thought of the memories left by the lord, and suddenly lost interest.
No one knew where Sasha had gone. She was holding the small wooden barrel and silently eating skewers.
Maybe because she looked unhappy, a young couple passing by couldn't help but talk to her.
"What's wrong with you?" the girl asked, "Are you heartbroken, stranger? If so, we have many lovely guys here—"
She paused, then giggled, "Or little girl."
The boy next to her looked at her and said, "Are you feeling unwell? My mother is a pharmacist. If you have any questions..."
"I'm fine, thank you." Su Cheng shook his head. "It's just that when I heard those songs, um, I thought of something."
The young couple looked at her curiously.
They looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. They were obviously tired from dancing and wanted to take a break. They were bored at the moment, so they talked to strangers.
Su Cheng blinked. "I thought of my swordsmanship teacher. He, he was probably also a lord—"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but lower her head, feeling a little guilty when she thought about how she had claimed to be her master.
"Ah!" The girl suddenly clapped her hands, as if she had discovered some big secret, "You like him, right!"
"Ahem," Su Cheng pretended to be embarrassed, "Don't say that, it's just... well, what happened to the lord in your lyrics? Was he killed by the followers of the Dark God?"
She looked like she was trying to change the subject, and the young couple nodded at the same time, neither of them thinking there was anything wrong, and then they showed indignant expressions.
"Even though it happened many years ago, it's still abhorrent when I think about it!"
The girl clenched her fists and said, "When I cultivate my fighting spirit, I will become a paladin too. I will definitely punish these pagans and prevent them from harming people again!"
The boy nodded vigorously. "We have been grateful to that lord for generations. I heard that the false god's lackeys cursed him in order to force him to submit. However, his loyalty to the Lord of Light was unshakable. Before his death, he used magic to protect the entire Mithros—"
Su Cheng: “…”
Su Cheng: "Then why don't people from the Holy See enter the ruins?"
"Because," the girl said without hesitation, "it's very dangerous in there. There are also the ghosts of the evil god's followers. The lord is trying to protect everyone!"
Su Cheng suddenly smiled.
The young couple looked at her strangely.
"I just understood," Su Cheng sighed, "I know a person who is both cold and smart, powerful, and unscrupulous. He could easily destroy the provocations left by the enemy, but he didn't do so. He just concealed the truth, leaving behind a joke-like story..."
The two children were completely confused and didn't understand what she was saying.
"Maybe he thought this would be more humiliating for his opponent," Su Cheng stood up. "I'm going to return the bucket. Good night."
She returned the small wooden barrel to the kebab vendor, strolled around the square casually, and suddenly stopped.
A dense crowd in front was surrounding a group of performers playing music and dancing.
There is a huge drum in the middle, and the dancers on it are spinning and jumping.
His jet-black curly hair was half loose, the silver bells on his ankles swayed with the music, and his toes, dyed with rose-red nail polish, gently rested on the vibrating drum.
The man was tall, with his crimson shirt half-open. The fabric was so thin that it was almost transparent. There were many pendants hanging down the hem, and his slender, snow-white chest was faintly visible among the beads.
The dress had no sleeves, and her slender arms with well-defined muscles were completely exposed. Strings of silver rings tinkled on her forearms.
As the drum beats became increasingly rapid, the dancer turned around and bent down in the air, the hem of her clothes rolled up, and her strong waist and abdomen were like a taut bowstring.
It is also like a poisonous snake tempting people to bite the forbidden fruit.
He wore a skirt with a very high slit, adorned with pearls and gemstones. With a casual turn, he would reveal his muscular thighs, and what was hidden in the shadows—
Su Cheng tried his best to keep his eyes away from impolite things.
The dancer sat on the drum, surrounded by thunderous applause. He tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple shining faintly in the thin sweat.
He wore a half decorative mask, with colorful feathers cascading under his eye sockets, making his already handsome face even more eerie.
The mask didn't have a very good concealing effect, and Su Cheng could see the other person's appearance clearly. He was sure that it was someone he had never seen before.
Otherwise, with this level of appearance, you will have some impression of her every time you see her.
But the dancer was staring at her.
Those were a pair of gorgeous purple eyes that were captivating and soul-stirring.
Like melted amethyst, or like the glow of the deepest twilight, brilliant waves of light flow in the burning bonfire.
His black feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes fell on her face, sweeping across her skin as if with substance.
The dancer raised her hand, and her fingertips slowly slid down her neck, passed the sharply defined collarbone, and stopped at her heart.
Then--
He gently tugged at his collar.
Su Cheng: “…”
She heard the crowd roaring and some young people screaming.
Then there was the sound of my blood rushing and my heartbeat pounding like thunder, exploding from my eardrums all the way to my brain.
The heat from the surrounding flames suddenly became unbearable. A thin layer of sweat broke out on her back, followed by a faint burning sensation.
The curse took effect.
Su Cheng had no time to curse or sigh, he just wanted to find a familiar figure in the crowd, no matter which one it was -
If the damn vampire really wants to suck blood, let him do it.
Although she would no longer die from the curse, the brand on her back would continue to burn if it was not relieved, which was really uncomfortable.
Su Cheng stumbled out of the crowd and apologized several times.
The vampire was quite conspicuous in size, and she hadn't found Sasha, which meant the bastard was at least not nearby.
She leaned against the wall to catch her breath, and began to think about casting a spell from a distance, perhaps to attract people over.
Now most people gathered in and around the square, and the streets outside were almost empty. She staggered a few steps and met two old people.
Su Cheng was panting against the wall.
The two men looked at her as if she were crazy, probably thinking that she had suddenly fallen ill, and then they left in a hurry.
Su Cheng: “…”
Su Cheng planned to go back to the pub and lie down, or go and make an appointment with a young bartender.
She vaguely remembered that there was a good-looking boy who would blush when he saw her.
etc.
That person didn't look like he had a vindictive streak.
Suddenly——
A warm and strong hand supported her.
Su Cheng looked up in surprise and met a pair of smiling purple eyes.
The handsome young black-haired dancer was standing next to her, his face full of concern. "How are you feeling? Are you enjoying it? About all this?"
Su Cheng hesitated to speak, thought for a moment and asked directly: "Have you ever practiced fighting spirit?"
He looked confused, then tilted his head, "Well...you can have it."
Su Cheng: “???”
She could smell the aroma of alcohol coming from the other person, but she wasn't sure if it was from the party or if he was also drunk.
Is this human language?
Su Cheng didn't want to waste time, so he formed a wind blade and pretended to stab it.
The black-haired young man held her hand, and the circling wind elves instantly dissipated, looking as if they were defeated by fighting spirit.
Su Cheng grabbed his clothes and said, "Swear to me."
"Okay," he said, still smiling, "as long as you believe me—"
Two seconds later, the mark of the God-favored One responded.
Su Cheng raised his head and said, "If you swear, I will believe you."
"Okay," he laughed, "but there are still many things in this world that oaths cannot bind, you know?"
"...Whatever you say."
Su Cheng put his arms around his neck.
"You swear not to hurt me in any way, not to pester me afterwards, and not to hold me responsible... Damn, that sounds a bit bad. If you need, I can give you a few gold coins-"
The next second, she was picked up sideways.
The two people's loose black hair flew in the air and entangled.
She grabbed the pendant on the young man's chest and felt the whistling of the wind around him, as if he was jumping onto the house.
There was laughter from overhead.
The voice was low and soft, yet with a hint of coolness, giving rise to a sense of familiarity in the haziness.
"Then it's settled..."
Su Cheng suddenly felt that he seemed to have heard the same voice somewhere before.
But she couldn't remember it no matter how hard she tried.
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